Enter a strange Earth, where creatures of mythology and folklore blend in with the populace, all trying to live in harmony, despite the conflicts between them. Chose from a race that has only been seen in legend, and prepare for anything, in this cold, cruel world, where love and happiness bloom in unlikely places. Live, with Black Hearts and Bloody Roses...

The CVA's have been picking up supernaturals and have been shipping them off to a prison. Here they're locked up and their powers are bound. To the outside world it's an insane asylum for only those with the worst cases and any screams they hear in the night they just brush it off as the crazies getting a little hyper. But now some of the supernaturals are rebelling but can they escape with their sanity intact? We'll all see as we wait with Black Hearts and Bloody Roses...

Shawnee sat next to where a window should have been, the table in front of her had a checker board set up and untouched. She just stared off into the distance, wondering what her friend would be doing. Probably something more productive than sitting and doing nothing.

She sighed and looked down at her hands and began to fumble with the little band that every patient here wore.

It was so depressing here, she had no friend here since she was the new person here and she had no plan to make any. The people here were scary looking and she was afraid of them. Afraid that one would attack her at any given moment.

Lauren sighed, leaning against a wall, as she was lost in her own thoughts.

She was here because her husband, the well-known CVAS Agent Lucifer, was too good at his job, and to keep him doing it, they had kidnapped her, and their son, and held them hostage here ever since... And terrible things had happened.

Her son was taken for experiments, because he was "Young, and full of promise"

...She mourned his death six days later.

Since then, she kept away from others, lost in her own grief, and she didn't want it known that her own husband was a CVAS Agent.

She poked the collar at her neck. She had been forced to take a bite from a werewolf, becoming one.

Shawnee didn't know anything of the others here, and she wanted to keep it that way. Ignorance is bliss.

She knew nothing of the drugs that they made her take, she only knew that half of them didn't work and the other half worked just a tiny bit. All of the pills she was put on made her feel like everything she saw, hear, or felt was just a dream.

There were a lot of kids sometimes, and seeing their freightened faces, her maternal instincts made her want to help, but everytime she tried, she just saw Josh's, her son's, face in her mind... She always backed away.

Shawnee didn't want to feel like she was in a constant dream. Even seeing the strange people were better than this. It was more real than this. She wanted to break the cycle. She wanted to make her own decisions, everyone else have been making decisions her her for three months now.

The nurse held the little paper cup of assorted pill up to her mouth, waiting for Shawnee to open her mouth to pour the pills in.

"Shawnee, you need to take your pills, honey." She said in a sweet voice, bringing the cup back up to her lips. Her sweet voice was so fake... so much like she was trying to sound like her mother or something. It made Shawnee sick.

The nurse then grabbed Shawnee's mouth and forced it open, beginning to tip the cup to pour the pills down. Shawnee grabbed the nurse's wrist and dug her nails in as she tried to wrench the hand from her jaw.

Shawnee felt something wet on her fingers and then came the faint scent of metal. Blood. She drew blood.

The nurse let go suddenly, dropping the cup and releasing her hold on Shawnee. The pills scattered and the nurse clutched her wrist. "You cut me!" She shrieked. "Help! I need help! THIS ONE HAS A KNIFE!"

Dani trapsed down the hall, most of the nurses didn't mind her, seeing her harmless since she just imagined things. She hummed happily, not really getting that she was trapped here since this was all she ever really remembered.

Myst sat curled up in one of the too-squashy chairs in the so-called lounge, which was really nothing but an exceedingly blank white room scattered with a few couches and a single widescreen plasma TV. She was paying little attention to the House MD on the screen, instead fingering the hard little bracelet around her left wrist.

How was Aelo doing? Would she be able to make it on her own? Would she be worried about her?"

Myst winced and left the bracelet for a second, raising her hand to her temple as dull pain briefly throbbed through her head. She had a tendency of getting headaches in areas of particularly high spiritual unrest, such as here.

The pain ended, and Misty sighed, letting her hand drop back onto her lap. Seeing as "House" had ended and switched to some loud show about trucks, she picked up the remote and flipped through the chanels, finally coming up with an Animal Planet special.